WHO: Open to All WHEN: Thursday, Night, Week 4. WHERE: A seedy little dive bar in Jannati City WHAT: Drinking,carousing and a good old bar fight to start the weekend off right. RATING: Let's just call it R to cover all our bases. STATUS: Open and in-progress
It had been a while since Seifer had be back in his favourite watering hole; he hadn't been sure it was even still standing after a month away. Things tended to happen here that weren't always reported in the promptest of fashion, like questionable gambling, car theft...that one kitchen fire that the cook just grinned manically over as he watched it burn. The place definitely had character.
And characters. At any giving time of night, who knew what was hanging around. Lots of blue collars and labour types, people that just wanted a strong drink in dim lights and a chance to unwind from a long day. Sure not everyone there was a working stiff, some might be thugs or crooks or just general layabouts. Others could be those disgustingly rich kinds that just want to rub elbows with the lower class, some might be human, some not, and some might be slaves that just don't give a fuck what anyone says...Like himself.
Either way, once you passed threw those doors, no one gave a shit who you were any more. The only thing that mattered was that you could hold your drink, had cash to pay for it and didn't ask too many questions about the person next to you at the bar. And maybe it also helped to have a decent punch, just in case someone decided to take things personal either because they were or because the drink said so.
With some cash to burn, thanks to the odd jobs the little blonde chick had paid him for, it didn't take Seifer that long to get himself a nice buzz going as he leaned against the bar to look around the dingy and smoke laced room before him. The subtle white noise of chatter and whatever song of days past was playing over the jukebox seemed to meld together while pool balls clattered and darts thumped into the wall, and not the dartboards, added little pops of punctuation to it.
"Fuckin' missed this place man.." He commented to no one and everyone at once, his back to the bartender as he took his time with the glass of bourbon in his hand. Sure he scruffier than he usually got, but being able to live how he wanted for the last ten days had been worth the inconvenience of not having a comfortable existence; he was still on his feet after having everything stripped away from him and that was better than some people in his situation did, he was sure.
There was a feeling in the air of the dive bar tonight though, a feeling of anticipation; of electricity and an unspoken understanding. Everywhere he looked, there were hard drinks floating around; not the usual flood of beers. Like the thunder storm outside had brought out that rumble in the various patrons inside. Nobody was saying anything out loud but everyone seemed to know that there was going to be a fight tonight, that they all wanted a fight to happen and they were using the stronger liquor as an excuse to let that fire out.
Off to the side a glass shattered on the floor and someone cursed loudly at someone else. The shoving started and more glasses clattered to the floor as more shouting started to spread through the bar like the ripples of a pebble in a pond but there was no subsiding, instead there was the harsh smack of a fist against a face and an eruption of chaos broke out to swallow up anyone that would let it.
This was definitely a good night to come to the bar!